The Real Me - Live
I went back to the doctor
To get another stint
She said, "Tell you about my weekend"
But he never betrays what I did, woo
Can you see the real me?
Doctor, doctor
Can you see the real me?
Doctor, whoa, doctor
I went back to my mother
I said, "I'm crazy, mama, help me"
She said, "I know how it feels, son
'Cause it runs in the family"
Can you see the real me?
Mother, mother
Can you see the real me?
Mother, oh yeah
Can you see, can you see?
Can you see the real me?
Can you see the real me?
The real me, the real me
The real me, yeah
The cracks between the paving stones
Like rivers of flowing veins
Strange people who know me
Are from behind every windowpane
Oh yeah, the girl I used to love
Lives in this yellow house
Yesterday she passed me by
She doesn't want to know me now
Oh, can you see the real me?
Preacher, father
Can you see the real me?
Can ya? Oh, yeah
I ended up with a preacher
Full of lies and hate
I seemed to scare him a little
So he showed me to The Golden Gate
Can you see the real me?
Preacher, preacher
Oh, can you see the real me?
Preacher, oh
Can you see, can you see?
Can you see? Oh
Can you see the real me
Preacher, can you?
Can you see the real me?
No
To get another stint
She said, "Tell you about my weekend"
But he never betrays what I did, woo
Can you see the real me?
Doctor, doctor
Can you see the real me?
Doctor, whoa, doctor
I went back to my mother
I said, "I'm crazy, mama, help me"
She said, "I know how it feels, son
'Cause it runs in the family"
Can you see the real me?
Mother, mother
Can you see the real me?
Mother, oh yeah
Can you see, can you see?
Can you see the real me?
Can you see the real me?
The real me, the real me
The real me, yeah
The cracks between the paving stones
Like rivers of flowing veins
Strange people who know me
Are from behind every windowpane
Oh yeah, the girl I used to love
Lives in this yellow house
Yesterday she passed me by
She doesn't want to know me now
Oh, can you see the real me?
Preacher, father
Can you see the real me?
Can ya? Oh, yeah
I ended up with a preacher
Full of lies and hate
I seemed to scare him a little
So he showed me to The Golden Gate
Can you see the real me?
Preacher, preacher
Oh, can you see the real me?
Preacher, oh
Can you see, can you see?
Can you see? Oh
Can you see the real me
Preacher, can you?
Can you see the real me?
No
Credits
Writer(s): Pete Townshend
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